"Da Yi, do you feel like your eyelids are getting heavier, but your mind is becoming clearer?"
"Yes..."
"In front of you, it feels like there are many doors, each one marked with your age. Do you see them?"
"Seems like it..."
"Push open the door of the age you wish you could change the most, then go back to the year you least want to face, find that injured self, do you see it, the you of that age, crying."
In Dong Yi's mind, the image of her sitting and crying on the roof the year the incident occurred appeared clearly. Her two consciousnesses began to intertwine, painfully seeking Qian for help.
"Qian, what do I do, I see it, it hurts so much!"
Just then, the light bulb in the house started flickering, Qian looked—it's now!
Under the guidance of the oil, alcohol, and Qian, Dong Yi saw that most tragic scene from back then. She began to feel palpitations, dizziness, and even cold sweats, helplessly seeking Qian for rescue.
